Scent from the past

jockI just had to copy this face from the clip I posted on my Facebook page this morning. Its captivating character cries out for me to paint it and paint it I will.
He was a familiar face in the village during my childhood. I’ve forgotten his name but not the aromatic scent of his pipe tobacco whenever I was in close proximity to him. I never saw him without his cap either. Now I’m never seen without mine. His habit must have rubbed off on my sub-consciousness.

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